It's been a long time now,
and I'm dusting off the old photographs of you,
breathing in a sigh of relief; that I can bear,
to see you smile, without breaking down
in tears.
I could have burned everything
you ever touched, sunk our ship in flames,
hurled both of our names
deep, into the dirtiest of places; flung
down, spat, and stomped. And buried them.
But I hold onto the fragments, and I
keep your name hidden in my box of treasures,
so I may take it out, now and again; and reflect
on the impermanancy of art, life, and love.
YOU ARE READING
Please Don't Touch
PuisiPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
